Last night I made the mistake of taking a lesson with Kennett Square – wearing jeans.
Now, I don’t know about the rest of you, but if I were to make this a habit, I could end up divorced.
I’ve preliminarily concluded that in order to ride in jeans one must meet one or more of the following criteria:
- enjoyment of masochistic sexual practices;
- insensitivity (also known as “numb nuts” in gender-specific terms);
- imperviousness to pain during urination, or, severe dehydration;
- Employment which does not require one to sit or wear tight pantyhose.
Personally, I don’t qualify. Breeches may show every bulge but, in my view, my sacrificed vanity is a small price to pay for marital bliss.
Just my opinion . . .